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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 6 months ago

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main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

#HALLOWEEN #halloween the movie #michael myers #do you think he's a mike? mikey? to his friends? if slashers had friends?#i'll be honest i was expecting this movie to be way more of a bitch to its female characters #i mean yeah they died but so did some dudes #there's just a lack of cattiness compared to the way most later movies portrayed teenage girls idk #yeah the Final Girl is a Virgin and a Bookworm. but there's no bullying or any strong sense that's she's morally superior to everyone else #mostly she AND the other girls feel a bit sorry for her lack of a social life. one even tries to set her up with a date to the school dance #solidarity! trying to get your nerd friend laid!#overall it's just teenagers being teenagers and then a slasher comes in and ruins everything with his Lack Of Chill #like yeah dude sometimes teenagers have sex. get over it #also something to be said about how while the girl who survives is the one who isn't sexually active and dresses conservatively...#ultimately those things aren't ENOUGH to prevent her from being targeted #you could say that the other girls 'provoked' the villain (the same way women irl are so often accused of provoking their attackers)#but ultimately that doesn't keep the Final Girl safe. it just delays the inevitable.#because violent men never need excuses. no matter how eager society is to provide them.#ultimately she is at the mercy of the same violent whims because it was never her behavior that invited the violence.#gendered violence doesn't need an invitation.#also she doesn't save herself the doctor saves her #it's not her actions or choices that put her in danger OR save her from it--once again it is the whim of a man #no this wasn't intended to be a feminist movie it's just fun how you could argue it that way

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marsbar17 · 6 months ago

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Wanna give us a nice lil Halloween one shot? Perhaps Moicy? Some kinky Halloween sex perchance? 🤭

I rushed so much to finish this for Halloween fbsbvhjsbf AND I DIDNT MAKE IT

But anyways, I rushed this and I have a headache now and it's not even good but hush, you're getting fed and you're gonna like it >:(

Mercy x Moira Halloween Oneshot

Contains: witch mercy, lilith moira, NSFW, barely any foreplay, size kink??? Maybe??, witchcraft ooOoOo

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This time, it had to work.

Angela sat on her knees in her living room, the wooden floor boards digging into her shins even through her tights. She drew the summoning circle with a small stick of charcoal, moving with grace and perfection after having done it almost a hundred times before.

The witch was so focused on her task that she almost yelled in surprise as she felt something touch the top of her head. Angela turned around in a panic, just to sigh in relief when the only person she saw was her friend and fellow witch, Kiriko.

"You forgot your hat at my place." Kiriko giggled at Angela's surprise, peering over her shoulder at the mostly completed summoning circle. "You're still trying to summon her? It's been eight months, Angela."

"I know, but I think I have finally perfected the summoning ritual! Plus, today being Samhain will make this the most ideal time to do the ritual." Even though it had been so long without any luck, Angela still felt hopeful looking at her notes that had been scribbled out and rewritten too many times.

"Today is the day. Lady Fareeha will appear before me." Angela smiled, drawing the last stroke to finish her circle.

"Personally, I don't think a Gaelic holiday is the 'most ideal' day to summon an Egyptian God, but whatever you say." Kiriko's eyes were full of doubt as she turned back towards Angela's front door. "Have fun."

Angela was alone once more, humming to herself as she lit the candles along with the sticks of incense that she had adorning the summoning circle. As the heavy amber and cedar scented smoke filled the room, she could practically feel the strong energy in the air.

Opening a sealed jar, Angela grabbed a handful of dried rose petals and spread them over the area. With the physical part of the ritual done, she stood up with her spell book in hand, looking over the neatly written incantation she had worked so hard on.

The summoning circle was easy, she had gotten it perfect within a month. The only reason it had taken so long to get to this point was due to this stupid incantation. Even one mispronounced syllable would ruin the whole ritual. So only after many hours of research and countless attempts, did Mercy finally believe she had gotten it right.

With her spell book in one hand and a long ivory wand in the other, Angela closed her eyes and began to recite the incantation she had worked so hard on. The words had been practiced so many times so that she could feel the sentences in her soul. She could feel the energy flowing around her, her hair whipping in the sudden wind.

As the incantation finished, Angela opened her eyes and watched as the rose petals tumbled around the circle and the candle flames swayed back and forth.

"It is... working! It's working! Hah!" She smiled, embracing the magic flowing through her living room as it became more intense. The wind whipped harder, threatening to blow out the candles, and she had to hold her hat in order to keep it on her head.

Just as Angela felt it was becoming to much, as her pictures and jars started shifting on the shelves and her hat was ripped from her head, everything went dark.

The candles had been blown out, along with every lamp in Angela's small cabin. Fear overtook Angela and she swallowed hard, wondering whether she should call out to whatever she had summoned. She didn't need to though, as the being spoke first.

"Oh dear, you're shaking~"

That wasn't her voice. Something went wrong.

Realizing this, Angela quickly lit a small flame in the palm of her hand in order to see. The being in front of her was tall, so much taller than she expected. The fabric of her clothing was black, the skirt and sleeves were long and majestic. Bringing her eyes higher up, Angela could see that her corset was adorned in gold scale-like adornments and her neck was too. The being's face was pale, but her eyes were surrounded by dark eyeshadow. One eye was a dark blue while the other was a piercing silver, and her pupils were slits. She had five long horns emerging from the top of her head, curling gracefully in a way that framed her face perfectly.

"You... You aren't Lady Fareeha." Angela whispered nervously, those sharp eyes following her every move. The demon rolled her eyes, scoffing in annoyance.

"No, I am not. You, like many many others before you, have mistaken my summoning ritual for the one of that wretched God." The more the demon spoke, the clearer Angela could hear her Irish accent. Feeling absolutely defeated, she sighed and lowered herself back down to the floor.

"So then... you would be?" Angela asked, holding her head in her hands and rubbing her temples.

"Lady Moira." The demon spoke, now towering over Angela's shrunken form.

"Well, Lady Moira. I sincerely apologize for wasting your time-"

"You haven't wasted my time." Moira interrupted, stepping closer to Angela and leaning down. "After all, the night has only just begun."

Angela brought her head up to meet Moira's eyes, feeling fearful once again. She was oddly beautiful up close, and Angela could see that it wasn't bloodlust in her eyes, but a certain mischievous look instead.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice small and timid.

"Well, I am the demon of lust and pleasure." Moira leaned in even closer, holding Angela's jaw with one pale hand. "And you, my dear, are an absolutely stunning woman. How about a deal?" Moira drew her hand back and stepped away, walking back into the summoning circle on the floor. "I forget about how you interrupted my day off, so long as you let me absolutely ravish you. Or we could just to the basic 'give me something you deeply cherish' thing, but this will be a lot more fun for us both."

Surprised and flustered, Angela looked away. Having sex with a demon? That was not the plan at all. But did she really have anything better to do? Moira was hot, painfully hot, and maybe she could distract Angela from the disappointment of her failure to summon Lady Fareeha. After an embarrassingly short amount of time, Angela looked back up at the demon standing in her living room.

"I'll take your offer."

"My my, that took you no time at all. Eager, darling?" A smirk appears on Moira's face as she sauntered back over to Angela, reaching out and pulling her to her feet.

"No! I mean... maybe. Look I just- I need- ugh!"

"No need to explain, pet. Just let me make you feel good." Moira backed Angela up until she was pressed against an empty wall before slipping her arms under the witch's thighs and hoisting her into the air. Angela's crotch was at face level for the demon who used that to her advantage and bit into her tights and panties, pulling her head back to rip a hole in them both. She groaned at the sight of Angela's glistening lips and twitching hole.

Angela gasped, hands flying to grasp at the horns on Moira's head before she realized that might be disrespectful and pulled them back to her sides.

"You can grab them. I don't mind, my dear." Moira's voice was so smooth and sensual that Angela couldn't help but obey, placing her hands gently back onto Moira's horns and biting her lip. Moira's hot breath fanning out against her most sensitive parts made her whimper quietly.

After a few more moments of simply admiring the witch laid out before her, Moira leaned in and placed a soft kiss against Angela's clit, making the witch squirm. She looked down to watch Moira place a couple more kisses before opening her mouth to show off her unusually long, forked tongue that was shiny with saliva. If Angela wasn't wet before, she sure was now.

"I can't wait to hear you scream, pet." Moira smirked before licking a long stripe all the way from Angela's wet hole to the tip of her clit. Angela moaned and tightened her grip on the other's horns.

Moira ate her out like she was desperate, like she couldn't live without the taste of Angela's lips. It was messy, with drool and slick dripping down Moira's chin and nails pressed into Angela's thighs. It was so much all at once and Angela couldn't stop moaning and whimpering, and she swore this was way better than anything Lady Fareeha could've given her.

"Moira! It's so much~" Angela moaned lewdly, squirming and panting like her breath had been stolen. She could feel every movement of Moira's tongue inside of her and every once in a while it slid up to circle her clit, making her whine. She could feel the heat in her core getting more intense, and she couldn't believe that her orgasm was approaching this fast. All the sensations all at once, Moira's impossibly skillful tongue, her hands gripping Angela's thighs, it was too much for her to handle.

"I need- Moira I can't. I'm gonna~"

"Cum for me, darling."

Angela fell apart, eyes rolled back, knuckles white, mouth agape, the sweetest sounds falling from her lips. Moira drank her all in, pleasing her through her orgasm and even after she finished. She lapped lazily at the witches hole, causing Angela to twitch with aftershocks. Eventually Moira pulled away, letting Angela relax as she was slowly lowered down until they were face to face once again, but her feet weren't on the floor.

Moira used one hand to hold Angela up while she shifted her skirt with the other, exposing her crotch to the air. She had a neatly kept bush hiding her from Angela's eyes, but that didn't stop the witch from yearning to taste her.

"Not today, my sweet. I will have you on your knees for me next time." Moira teased, as if she had read Angela's mind. Not even thinking about the fact that she had said "next time," Angela just whined and ground her hips forward, trying to get any friction she could. Moira simply laughed, grinding her own hips forward too.

Angela's eyes widened as she felt something press against her thigh and she looked down to see a black colored, silicone strap on between Moira's legs. She was even more surprised to see that it was one she recognized from her bedside drawer.

"How did you...?"

"Magic, now hush." Moira simply smiled, reaching her hand down to position the plastic object at Angela's entrance.

"W-wait! It's too big! I haven't been prepared-"

"Oh darling, you can take it~"

Angela could feel the head of the strap enter her and she bit back a yell at the intrusion. The stretch stung, but Moira's lips caressing her neck made it all go away. Moira placed open mouth kisses all along her neck and jaw, sucking on the skin occasionally to leave marks. It melted Angela's mind and made her even wetter around the silicone inside her.

As Moira started pushing further inside of her, Angela whimpered and clutched at the demon's shoulders. Her lips were covered and her moans were stifled by Moira's mouth pressing against her own. When she pulled away, Angela could see something that almost looked like adoration in Moira's eyes... right before she quickly thrusted the last few inches of the strap deep into her.

Angela yelped in surprise before hiding her face in the crook of Moira's neck, panting hard. Moira just laughed, pulling her hips back and thrusting forwards once more.

"That's right~ Taking me so well, like a good pet~" Moira whispered, moving her hips at a steady pace. She wasn't fast, but she was deep. It was just what Angela needed.

Moira used her hands to wrap Angela's legs around her waist, pressing her harder against the wall so Moira could let go and grab Angela's wrists instead, lifting them over her head. Now immobilized, she couldn't do anything other than weakly shift her hips around, successfully getting Moira to hit that sweet spot deep inside of her.

"Moira~ I'm still sensitive~ I can't take it." Angela sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes. Moira didn't stop though. She thrust her hips faster, bringing one hand down to wrap around Angela's throat, squeezing in just the right spots to make her brain go fuzzy.

"You can do it, you can cum again for me." Moira rasped, breathing heavily at the effort to maintain pace. Angela could feel it, the sweet tightening of her core, the anticipation that made her hold her breath and shut her eyes.

"Please! Please, please, please, Moira!"

It felt like she was floating, all of her senses were overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through her. She didn't make any noise, her mouth was stuck open in a silent scream. Her back arched, pushing her chest against Moira's so hard that she could feel her heartbeat. Moira cooed in her ear, whispering sweet nothings while Angela fell apart in her arms.

"Too much!" Angela felt the tears falling down her cheeks as Moira kept moving. She was overstimulated, twitching and crying as the demon eventually slowed down. Even so, Angela still sobbed into the cloth on Moira's shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by all of the sensations.

"Shhh, quiet, pretty thing. I've got you." Moira's voice was surprisingly soft and calming. Angela stopped crying, trying to calm her breathing. She dried her tears, looking up into Moira's eyes once again. One blue, one silver.

Moira pulled her body away, slowly pulling the strap from Angela's sopping cunt. She lowered her until she was sat on the floor. Again, Moira stood over her shriveled form. This time, she didn't look at the witch like she was a pathetic mortal, instead she looked at her with fondness.

Aftercare was a blur to Angela, but before she knew it she was clean, in new clothes, and tucked into the warmth of her bed. Moira sat beside her, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

"It's time for me to go, pet."

"...Goodbye... Moira."

"Goodbye Angela, I will be back soon."

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